Plane over the Jungle

There is a plane flying over a vast jungle. The plane is about to crash, so the passengers are instructed to lose some weight on the plane. There are three men in question that day, who each threw over something important to themselves.

"I have too many of these," said the first man, as he threw over some suitcases full of clothes.

"I have too many of these," said the second man, as he threw over some crates full of fruit.

"I have too many of these," said the third man, as he threw over a hand grenade.

The plane crashes anyways, but the three men are the only survivors. They wander into the jungle, looking for other survivors, or some kind of help. As they venture further and further into the jungle, they find a small boy, crying.

"Little boy, why are you crying?" Asks the first man.

"Some suitcases of clothes fell on my brother and he died!" Sobbed the boy.

Feeling incredibly guilty, the first man ushers the group on to find some help. They venture even further and further into the jungle, the group stops when they find a small girl, crying.

"Little girl, why are you crying?" Asks the second man.

"A crate of fruit fell on my mommy and she died!" Sobbed the girl.

Feeling even more guilty than the first man, the second man pleads his friends to continue deeper into the jungle. The third man shrugs, expecting the worst. They venture to the deepest part of the jungle, where there is a small clearing. The group stops when they find a small boy, laughing.

"Little boy, why are you laughing?" Asks the third man.

"My daddy farted and the house exploded!" Laughed the boy.

The third man takes the hand of the boy, and they laugh as the walk towards the beautiful sunset on the horizon.